Chapter 11:
Angelica Winters
Day: E-Day+3Time: 1210 CST/ 1810 GMT
Location: 30201 Maple Tree Drive, Sugar Grove, Illinois
The space ship rocked with another explosion. The woman in the pilot’s chair turned to shout at the last remaining crew member. “Get in the escape pod, Jester. Get in there, now!”
“No, Captain,” he shouted back as he held to the edge of the hatch to keep his balance. “I’m the best pilot in the fleet. I should be the one flying.”
“There’s no return flight on this one, Jester.”
“I know, Ma’am,” Jester answered, his eyes blinking as he argued. “But there’s only one shot to put the Lexington into Grim Queen's Battleship. You need the best to be sure it gets there and hits that reactor core. Otherwise this suicide mission is just... suicide.”
The captain shook her head. “That’s not good enough. Ever since our mission on Thanos I’ve had a connection to the Queen. It’s not enough to destroy her ship, I need to destroy her psychic core too. I need to be there when her body is destroyed.”
“I can fly the ship in and you can jettison the pod just before impact. You don’t have to die, Captain.”
The woman turned around in the seat to look back over her shoulder. Her face was grim and resolute. “Yes I do, Jester.”
Their eyes locked for moments that felt like eternity. Finally, Jester pulled himself up and saluted. “It’s been a honor to serve under you, Captain Serra.”